"Mystery after gala night"
It says "Mystery of soprano's flight"
"Mystified" All the papers say
"We are mystified We suspect foul play"
Bad news on soprano scene first Carlotta, now Christine...
... still at least the seats get sold
Gossip's worth its weight in gold
What a way to run a business
Spare me these unending trials
Half your cast disappears but the crowd still cheers
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and Handel Have a scandal
- And you're sure to have a hit - Damnable, will they all walk out?
- This is damnable - Andre, please don't shout
It's publicity, and the take is vast free publicity
But we have no cast
Andre, have you seen the queue?
It seems you've got one too
"Dear Andre, what a charming gala Christine was, in a word, sublime
We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left
On that note, the diva's a disaster
Must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime?"
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the Ghost by return of post PTO
No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed"
Who would have the gall to send this?
- Someone with a puerile brain - These are both signed O.G.
- Who the hell is he? - Opera Ghost
- It's nothing short of shocking - He is mocking our position
- In addition he wants money - What a funny apparition
To expect a large retainer he is clearly quite insane
- Where is she? - Carlotta?
I mean, Miss Daae Where is she?
- How do we know? - I want an answer
- You sent me this note - What's this nonsense?
- Of course not - Don't look at us
- She's not with you? - Of course not
- We're in the dark - Don't argue, isn't this the letter you wrote?
And what is it that we're meant to have wrote?
Written.
"Do not fear for Miss Daae.
The Angel of Music has her under his wing.
Make no attempt to see her again."
- If you didn't write it, who did? - Where is he?
- Welcome back - Your precious patron, where is he?
- What is it? - I have your letter
- A letter I rather resent - Did you send it?
- Of course not - As if he would
- You didn't send it? - Of course not
- What's going on? - Tell me, this is not the letter you sent?
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?
"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered.
Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight.
Be prepared for a great misfortune...
...should you attempt to take her place."
Far too many notes for my taste
And most of them about Christine
All we've heard since we came is Miss Daae's name
- Miss Daae has returned - I hope no worse for wear
- As far as we're concerned - Where precisely is she now?
I thought it best she was alone
She needed rest
- May I see her? - No, monsieur, she will see no one
Will she sing? Will she sing?
- Here, I have a note - Let me see it
Please.
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature...
...detailing how my theater is to be run.
You have not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one last chance.
Christine Daae has returned to you
And I am anxious her career should progress...
... in the new production of II Muto
You will therefore cast Carlotta...
... as the pageboy
And put Miss Daae in the role of countess
The role which Miss Daae plays...
... calls for charm and appeal
The role of the pageboy is silent
which makes my casting in a word, ideal
I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box five...
...which will be kept empty for me.
Should these commands be ignored...
...a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant. O.G."
- Christine - Whatever next?
- It's all a ploy to help Christine - This is insane
I know who sent this The vicomte, her lover
- Indeed! Can you believe this? - Signora
- You are our star
- And always will be - Signora
- The man is mad - We don't take orders
Miss Daae will be playing the pageboy, the silent role.
Carlotta will be playing the lead
- It's useless trying to appease me - Appease her
- You're only saying this to please me - To please her
- Who scorn his word, beware to those - You have reviled me
- The angel sees, the angel knows - You have rebuked me
- Signora, pardon us - You have replaced me
Please, signora, we beseech you
- I must see her - This hour shall see your darkest fears
- The angel knows, the angel hears - Where did she go?
Signora, sing for us Don't be a martyr
- What new surprises lie in store? - Our star!
Would you please give this to Miss Daae? Miss Daae?
Your public needs you.
We need you too.
Would you not rather have your precious little ingénue?
- Signora, no. - Signora, no.
The world wants you
Prima donna first lady of the stage
Your devotees Are on their knees
To implore you
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Think of how they all adore you
Prima donna enchant us once again
- Think of your muse - And of the queues round the theater
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing, prima donna once more
- Christine spoke of an angel - Prima donna
Your song shall live again
- Think of your public - You took a snub
- But there's a public who needs you - She has heard the voice
- Of the Angel of Music - Those who hear your voice
- Liken you to an angel - Think of their cry of undying support
- We get our opera - She gets her limelight
- Follow where the limelight leads you - Leading ladies are a trial
Prima donna Your song shall never die
- You'll sing again and to unending ovation - Orders, warnings
- Lunatic demands - Lunatic demands are regular occurrences
Think how you'll shine in that final encore
Surely there'll be further scenes worse than this
I must see these demands are rejected
Who'd believe a diva happy To relieve a chorus girl
Who's gone and slept with the patron?
Raoul and the soubrette entwined in love's duet
Although he may demur he must have been with her
You'd never get away with all this in a play
But if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue
It's just the sort of story audiences adore
- In fact, a perfect opera - For if his curse is on the opera
Prima donna, the world is at your feet
A nation waits and how it hates to be cheated
Light up the stage...
... with that age-old rapport
Sing, prima donna
Once more
Go on, go, go.
They say that this youth has set my lady's heart aflame
His Lordship, sure would die of shock
His Lordship is a laughingstock
Should he suspect her, God protect her shame, shame, shame
This faithless lady's bound for Hades
Shame, shame, shame
Serafimo, your disguise is perfect
Why, who can this be?
Gentle wife Admit your loving husband
That's exactly the sort of thing the public loves.
My love, I'm called to England on affairs of state
And must leave you with your new maid
Though I would happily take the maid with me.
The old fool is leaving.
It's the Countess de Charbourg. She's invited us to her salon, you know.
Nothing like that ever happened in the junk business.
Scrap metal.
Serafimo, away with this pretense
You cannot speak but kiss me in my husband's absence
Poor fool, he makes me laugh
Time I tried to get a better better half
Poor fool, he doesn't know
If he knew the truth he'd never ever go
Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?
He's here, the Phantom of the Opera.
- It's him. - Your part is silent, little toad.
A toad, madame?
Perhaps it is you who are the toad.
Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh?
Serafimo, away with this pretense
You cannot speak but kiss me in my...
Gentlemen, please, please.
Poor fool, he makes me laugh
She's lost her voice.
Mother!
Bring the curtain in, please, will you?
Get off.
Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize.
The performance will continue in 10 minutes' time...
...when the role of the countess will be played by Miss Daae.
Thank you.
Go, go, hurry up. Hurry up.
Until then, we would crave your indulgence for a few moments.
Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from Act 3 of tonight's opera.
- What? - Maestro...
...the ballet, bring it forward, please.
- The ballet. - The ballet, now, please.
Thank you.
You're fired.
- Are you all right? - Raoul, we're not safe here.
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats.
Do not panic. It's simply an accident.
An accident.
Why have you brought me here?
- We can't go back there - We must return
He'll kill you His eyes will find us there
- Christine, don't say that - Those eyes that burn
- Don't even think it - If he has to kill a thousand men
- Forget this waking nightmare - The Phantom of the Opera will kill
Believe me There is no Phantom of the Opera
My God, who is this man who hunts to kill?
- This mask of death - I can't escape from him
- Whose is this voice you hear - I never will
- With every breath? - And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
- The Phantom of the Opera is here - The Phantom of the Opera is there
- Inside my mind - Inside your mind
There is no Phantom of the Opera
Raoul, I've been there...
... to his world of unending night
To a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness
Darkness
Raoul, I've seen him
Can I ever forget that sight?
Can I ever escape from that face?
So distorted, deformed it was hardly a face...
... in that darkness
Darkness
But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound
In that night there was music in my mind
And through music my soul began...
... to soar
And I heard...
- ... as I'd never heard before - What you heard was a dream...
... and nothing more
Yet in his eyes
All the sadness of the world
Those pleading eyes...
... that both threaten...
... and adore
Christine
Christine...
No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears
I'm here Nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I'm here with you, beside you...
... to guard you and to guide you
Say you love me
Every waking moment
Turn my head...
... with talk of summertime
Say you need me with you
Now and always
Promise me...
... that all you say is true
- That's all I ask of you - Let me be your shelter
Let me be your light
You're safe No one will find you
Your fears are far behind you
All I want is freedom
A world with no more night
And you always beside me
To hold me and to hide me
Then say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Let me lead you
From your solitude
Say you need me with you
Here beside you
Anywhere you go Let me go too
Christine
That's all I ask of you
Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me
Each night, each morning
- Say you love me - You know I do
Love me
That's all I ask of you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
Love me
That's all I ask of you
I must go
They'll wonder where I am
Come with me, Raoul
Christine, I love you
Order your fine horses
Be with them at the door
And soon you'll be beside me
You'll guard me and you'll guide me
I gave you my music...
... made your song take wing
And now how you've repaid me...
... denied me and betrayed me
He was bound to love you...
... when he heard you sing
Christine
Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me
Each night, each morning
You will curse the day
You did not do
All that the Phantom
Asked of you
Monsieur Andre.
Monsieur Firmin.
Dear Andre, what a splendid party
The prologue to a bright new year
- Quite a night, I'm impressed - Well, one does one's best
- Here's to us - The toast of all the city
What a pity that The Phantom can't be here
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade
Hide your face So the world will never find you
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade
Masquerade
Look around There's another mask behind you
Flash of mauve, splash of puce fool and king, ghoul and goose
Green and black, queen and priest trace of rouge, face of beast
- Faces! Take your turn - Take a ride
- On the merry-go-round - In an inhuman race
Eye of gold, thigh of blue true is false, who is who?
Curl of lip, swirl of gown ace of hearts, face of clown
Faces! Drink it in, drink it up
Till you've drowned in the light, in the sound
But who can name the face?
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds Masquerade
Take your fill Let the spectacle astound you
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you
Masquerade
Seething shadows, breathing lies
Masquerade
You can fool any friend who ever knew you
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs, peering eyes
Masquerade
Run and hide But a face will still pursue you
- What a night - What a crowd
- Makes you glad - Makes you proud
- All the creme de la creme - Watching us watching them...
- Three months of relief - ... of delight
- Of Elysian peace - And we can breathe at last
- No more notes - No more ghost
- Here's to health - Here's a toast to a prosperous year
- To our friends who are here - And may our splendor never fade
What a blessed release
And what a masquerade
Think of it
A secret engagement. Look, your future bride.
- Just think of it. - But why is it secret?
What have we to hide? You promised me.
- No, Raoul. Please don't. They'll see. - Let them see.
It's an engagement, not a crime.
Christine, what are you afraid of?
- Let's not argue - Let's not argue
- Please pretend - I can only hope
- You will understand in time - I'll understand in time
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade
Hide your face so the world will never find you
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade Masquerade
Look around There's another mask behind you
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads Masquerade
Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds Masquerade
Take your fill Let the spectacle astound you
Why so silent, good messieurs?
Did you think that I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good messieurs?
I have written you an opera
Here, I bring the finished score
Don Juan Triumphant
Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts
Carlotta must be taught to act
Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage
Our Don Juan must lose some weight
It's not healthy...
... in a man of Piangi's age
And my managers must learn
That their place is in an office
Not the arts
As for our star
Miss Christine Daae
No doubt she'll do her best
It's true her voice is good
She knows, though Should she wish to excel
She has much still to learn
If pride will let her return to me
Her teacher
Your chains are still mine!
You belong to me!
- Madame Giry... - Please, I know no more than anyone else.
- That's not true! - Monsieur, don't ask.
- There have been too many accidents. - Accidents?
Please, Madame Giry...
...for all our sakes.
Very well.
It was years ago.
There was a traveling fair in the city.
Gypsies.
I was very young.
Studying to be a ballerina.
One of many.
Living in the dormitories of the opera house.
See the wonder from the East!
Come.
Come inside.
Come and see the Devil's Child.
Behold, mesdames and messieurs, the Devil's Child!
Devil's Child.
Murder!
- Murder! - Which way?!
That way! That way!
He's getting away!
I hid him from the world and its cruelties.
He has known nothing else of life since then...
...except this opera house.
It was his playground...
...and now his artistic domain.
He's a genius.
He's an architect and designer.
He's a composer and a magician.
- A genius, monsieur. - But clearly, Madame Giry...
...genius has turned to madness.
- Monsieur. - Where to?
The cemetery.
To my father's grave, please.
- Where have they gone? - The cemetery.
In sleep, he sang to me
In dreams, he came
That voice, which calls to me...
... and speaks my name